Every life a delight . ed, death shorn, must stayAs substance of the coming creed. So perish prisons, fire, and sword! Devotion, love, and faith live on!Survive the Spirit and the Word Till guilt and wrong and woe are gone I THE LAST HOUR Youth views lifes final, parting hour As aeons yet away;Kind Nature doth the soul empower To dream of life for aye;Far off drear age, cold death, the grave; Afar the vacant chair;Far off the swell of sorrows wave, The solemn hymn and prayer. In manhood, too, the funeral dirge Seems yet a distant note;In healthful tone lifes forces surge: The end appears remot
Every life a delight . ed, death shorn, must stayAs substance of the coming creed. So perish prisons, fire, and sword! Devotion, love, and faith live on!Survive the Spirit and the Word Till guilt and wrong and woe are gone I THE LAST HOUR Youth views lifes final, parting hour As aeons yet away;Kind Nature doth the soul empower To dream of life for aye;Far off drear age, cold death, the grave; Afar the vacant chair;Far off the swell of sorrows wave, The solemn hymn and prayer. In manhood, too, the funeral dirge Seems yet a distant note;In healthful tone lifes forces surge: The end appears remote;262 Pleadings of the Heart Strangers may die, some friends may fail Children may wed and go;Yet strength and love and hope prevail Against the final foe. But tottering age, in swift-winged years, Finds changed the point of view;The haze on evening landscape clears, Een sunsets now are new;The dreamless sleep can not be far; Vain, vain to quail or cower!Sad, sad, should mortal terrors mar The peace of lifes last hour!. The Inexorable Reaper Every Life A Delight THE FIRST HOUR BEYOND If death be naught but change of state, And conscious life flow on,What new bright scenes our souls await When we from earth have gone! How look the skies to spirit eye? What find we first in air?How will it seem to mount and fly? Have spirits fear or care? How strange to see the earth recede, The suns far side to view;To race through space at comet-speed And bid the stars adieu! Will there be bound to spirit-flight? Will there be need of rest?How soon Gods city shall we sight, And nestle on His breast? What is the tone of angel voice? How look the harps of gold?Can spirits just arrived rejoice With all the saints of old? Shall we meet friends of other yearsThe moment we take wing? How speak our joy, if not in tears,As to their hearts we cling? If we within one hour beyondMay heavenly heights explore, O then, what flights and visions fondIn endless ages more!264
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